[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-hogwarts-learning-panel":3,"chapter-hogwarts-learning-panel-hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-471":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Hogwarts Learning Panel",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2250709,4210,"Chapter 471: A New Day","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-471",471,"\u003Cp>“A wizard’s mouth doesn’t speak—how strange.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black cat leapt onto the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What do you think they should say?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lita laughed softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Say the words left unsaid.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a blink, the black cat vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lita watched it pass through the wooden door, leaping toward the fireplace, feeling inexplicably lost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When she lingered in the kitchen, standing dazed beside the cabinet with a steaming pumpkin pie in her hands, the black cat appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The snow outside had fallen in silence, its pale pink glow blurring the edges of dreams.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black cat was like a messenger of night, returning with twilight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cat’s tail swayed, and then she realized the ground beneath her feet was shifting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the black cat’s magic, yet she also knew magic was rare and precious in the Borderlands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Few wizards carried magic with them in the Borderlands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was sent away—in this twilight, she had stepped into the sea of night, invited to fish for lost stars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I have never hated you, Lita.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Newt was speaking; uttering those words seemed to exhaust all his strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I chose this willingly. No matter your doubts, I forgive you. You should know—I have always forgiven you without reservation.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reality may be a dream requiring constant caution; dreams, however, are a reality where one can safely let go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black cat merely articulated Lita’s inner state; the silent Mr. Newt suddenly understood clearly what he must say.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why, Newt? If you don’t hate me, why comfort me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the first time, Lita was at a loss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Because nothing hurts me more than your unhappiness.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Newt said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They fell silent; the black cat could only hear the soft rustle of snow falling outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I missed you, Lita.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Newt said at last.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was his final, awkward words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fog outside thickened; the black cat knew the Borderlands were about to expel them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Newt and Lita both realized it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Newt grew anxious and restless—he was always fearful like this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Winter in the Borderlands moves too slowly; some words fall like glaciers cracking into the deep sea, taking a century to echo as they sink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fog was too thick—so thick Newt could no longer see her face, so thick he had to look directly at her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could no longer avoid it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Newt heard the floor creaking, as if something were running;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Newt heard the sound growing denser, drawing nearer;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Newt froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something pressed against him—warm, alive, carrying a rich, rose-like fragrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something cold dripped onto his neck, tickling, evoking unconsciously the frozen surface outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He heard someone say.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He strained to hear, determined to etch this moment into memory forever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was too late—the Borderlands did not welcome outsiders like him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Newt lowered his head; in the final moment, he could only let what had long been buried dissolve into drops falling to the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He snapped his eyes open—the wooden cabin was still the same cabin, three cat-foxes had become one, its black fur dusted with snow, a slab-like object glowing faintly on its chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It forcibly suppressed the fog.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two inside the cabin embraced again after nearly a century apart; when they parted, they knew nothing could ever separate them again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Borderlands held twilight and dawn, yet never total darkness—it was always white, swirling with mist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We will meet again where there is no darkness.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lita said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so the world inverted once more—the wizard lost in dreams must return to reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorset.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The aged Newt stared blankly at the faintly brightening horizon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something stirred deep within him—sometimes like a coiled serpent weaving magic in deep snow, sometimes like a gentle dove cooing softly against the white window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He picked up a notebook on the table, its pages filled with drawings of a black cat; he decided to name the book *Dreams and Gods*, and could not help but make its completion his final, essential task in life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The black cat that traverses the boundary between life and death, the dream sovereign who appears and vanishes in the mist…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I have always believed it watches over wizards’ wishes, though it may not know it—yet it always brings them good fortune…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ancient wizarding legends are not entirely false; the origin of dream tales ultimately points to a talking black cat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And what the daylight shuts away, the dream-black cat will bring us.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Newt wrote the preface; he turned his head and saw rain falling over Scotland.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From sparse to torrential, it struck the earth, touched the ground, and when the sun rose, returned to the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had briefly eloped with the earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though dawn always comes, the night is long enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Borderlands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only a black cat and a beautiful witch remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fog expels guests, but not so swiftly the masters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black cat always stays a little longer than its invited guests.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As it said—this was its dream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the black cat could not control when the dream would close.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like now—a thread of mist suddenly thickened, and it remained unpredictably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lita felt no sorrow; she repaired the broken window, listening to the snow outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She fixed the wooden door, discarded the shattered bowl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Occasionally she glanced at the wooden table and saw the cat battling a pumpkin pie in the glow of the fireplace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its white whiskers were sticky with sweet pumpkin juice, its paws waving as it directed knife and fork.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She smiled brightly, like the pure Gabriel outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She brushed the crumbs from the cat, letting it rest on her shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On this bright day, she shed everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She burned her regrets, and her dream became transparent; she discarded yesterday, and her steps grew light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She moved through the garden, busily pruning branches among blooming Gabriels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hummingbirds perched on honeysuckle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was nothing in this world she wished to possess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She knew no one was worth envying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All misfortunes she had suffered, she had forgotten.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thought that she and her former self were the same person no longer embarrassed her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On her, pain had vanished—rarely, and nearly entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Standing upright, she gazed at the blue sea and distant sails.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On her shoulder, the cat seemed asleep—after eating the pie, it was drowsy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lita knew suppressing the fog had cost the harbinger of luck dearly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so, in this ordinary daily life, she suddenly touched a fragment of eternal happiness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That night, she slept more soundly than ever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, tomorrow is another day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One more 3k chapter tomorrow morning.\u003C\u002Fp>",1084,"2026-06-19T10:00:42.198Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","0329fb38ca3e5f8eb61be641e734df9847c042dd7728f3921070311cf1743887","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-472","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-470",526,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-learning-panel-cover.jpg"]